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Mother's Day Sunday

Mother's Day was a beautiful day. I woke up with anticipation. It was also Sunday, my favorite day of the week. I knew I was gonna hear a word and I knew I was gonna have a good day. Kids were well behaved and ready to go. I was all dolled up in a brand new dress. The week before had been one out of dreamland. Flowers being delivered, cards with words written for me, a brand new back porch finished and painted, evening dinners, warm hugs, bowling and a puppy and another chapter beginning for me yet again.

The sermon was taken from John 19: 25-27:

25 Now there stood by the cross of Jesus His mother, and His mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. 26 When Jesus therefore saw His mother, and the disciple whom He loved standing by, He said to His mother, “Woman, behold your son!” 27 Then He said to the disciple, “Behold your mother!” And from that hour that disciple took her to his own home.

The name of the sermon was Taking Care of Momma. Here we see Jesus' body nailed to a cross and several of those who loved him were standing right there next tot he cross. He looks down and tells his mother to look at her son, John (the disciple whom He loved) and Jesus told John to take his mother to his house and take care of her. I suspect because he knew that she was gonna need some taking care of, she needed rest and some down time.

I have read and seen and heard this particular passage about Jesus' mother, Mary, however, on Sunday I had a reaction. I felt the power of the very fact that Mary. Jesus' mother who had birthed him now watched him die. I reminds me as I type of the scene in Steel Magnolia's where Julia Roberts is dying and her mother, Shirley MacLaine is sitting at the side of her bed watching her die. They look at each other and each knows that the end is near. Julia asks her to take care of her husband and her kids, says goodbye to her children and then after she has taken care of business - Julia dies. Shirley never leaves her side in life and in death she never left it. This mother stayed the course. Jesus' mother, Mary, stayed the course. She birthed her son, she raised him and she walked with him through every bad and good time he ever had in his life; she was there until the end.

Being a mother is the hardest job that you will ever love. It is also the job that can determine not only your destiny in life, but the lives of so many more people - your children and their children and their children to come - are affected. As a mother, a good mother, you stand with your kids through thick and thin. I believe the whole idea of marriage in sickness and in health should be a phrase that all mothers must speak before they take the child out of the hospital or the delivery place. Being a mother is through thick and thin. No matter what your child has or has not done as mother you are to stick and stay. Your job is to make sure that your child can make it through his or her life. And if he/she cannot then it is our job to be as supportive as possible; to celebrate the minor and the major triumphs and to hope and pray that during thes times of indecision and poor choices that our children make - that in the end they will get it and come out on top or at least pretty close. A mother endures pain that children experience. A mother who retires at 55 is a good mother.